|Earth’s the right place for love:|
|I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.|
|I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,||55|
|And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk|
|Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,|
|But dipped its top and set me down again.|
|That would be good both going and coming back.|
|One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Robert Frost does justice to life in new england. It is such a wonderful place to live in October. Well, that is if you enjoy nature, some mud on your feet and branches scratching against your face. A walk through new england woods at this time of the year bring back all that is good about memories. And like Robert Frost suggest in this poem, it would be nice to leave this world, as long as he knew he would be sent back. But to go and to never return. Well, like most of us he wished to postpone that as long as he can.
October is a month of beautiful transition. As the leaves begin to fall and the winds chills against the cottages, you can begin to see light smoke swirling from the roof tops in early evening. The scent of autumn returns a moist earthiness to the air. The sun does not warm as it did in August. The air chills fast and mornings are crispy.
It is right about the time when we will get our first frost. Till now a lot of green still runs through the landscape and the red and the yellows pop when the sun shines. But, soon a kind of russet will take over and guide us gently to the crispy brown oak leaves of November.
But while it is still October, I gladly walk in the autumn woods. They help me to contemplate the consciousness I hold so dear. They help me to remember that my Canadian memories are windows to my soul.